บท 292: ALBERT, THE BILLIONAIRE SON.

“Are you sure that you don’t know who this guy is?” King asked as he curiously examined the so-called thief’s face.

“No, I’ve never heard of him”. Clark had an exasperated expression on his face. “I think he’s a foreigner, I would have recognized someone like him if he was from these environs”.

“I envy him”.

“What?”

“Are you deaf? I said I envy him”. King looked up with a real expression of envy on his face. “To use so many top-notch gadgets of high-grade country standards, it means that his father is a freaking billionaire”.

“Oh, what I would sacrifice to be born to a billionaire dad! Then, I will have access to all the bombs that I want”.

“That’s even little. If I want, I can spend billions lavishly just to build a bomb research base, and spend even more billions to hire the best of the best experts to help me cook out all the bombs of my dreams”.

Clark had an aghast expression on his face; he shook his head. “You’re not serious”.